even if I haven't done anything.”
Julia appeared so intrigued with this new twist that Pedro soon became a little bolder. He quickly opened one of the ribbons of her negligee, managing to free one of her breasts.
“Will you keep your hands to yourself?” Julia exclaimed.
But Pedro, whose eyes were burning like coals, had bent his head toward her and was sucking firmly on her nipple. Despite herself Julia shivered and the nipple hardened till she thought her straining breast would burst. The glow shot through her body and her fleece began to get moist.
“Who taught you this,” she gasped.
“Paulina,” the boy said. “I saw her husband do it to her, and she laughed and then she began to shake; she almost fainted, but she told him that she loved it more than anything else. He also did a couple of other things, which I did not understand. That's what I was trying to find out with Claire when you caught us in the grass.”
“Yes, yes, and if Dorothy and I had not arrived in the nick of time, you would have done it to her.”
“I don't know, but I would have done the other thing which I did with Paulina whenever Manuel was not at home.”
“And what was that?”
“Wait…” and Pedro fell on his knees.
“Don't move,” he said. “It feels very good. You are going to scream, and you are going to turn white, and you may even faint. But you have nothing to worry about. I am here with you… just let me do it…”
He burrowed his head under her clothes and his hot tongue disappeared between Julia's curly fleece. He licked and sucked so expertly that, indeed, Julia let out a sharp cry of delight!
“You no good little rascal,” she exclaimed, but not until after she had reached a shuddering climax. The boy's head came from under her clothing, and he looked at her with a triumphant grin.
“I didn't lie to you, did I?” he asked. “This is what makes a woman happy!”
“That is very well possible you… you…” Julia panted. “But if you ever tell anyone about what has just happened, I'll have you punished daily by the gardener with the biggest stick you have ever seen!”
“From now on I will always be good and obedient. But you must promise me that I can come here from time to time.”
“To be punished by me?”
“And for the other thing,” the boy said with a sly smile.
“We'll see! But for now, put your clothes back on and go!”
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
A few months were to go by before Michael finally could join his beloved at the castle of La Bidouze. It was obvious that Julia planned to spend a lot of time with him, and the remainder would be given to Claire, because Julia did not want the little girl to be alone with Pedro. And as far as Pedro was concerned, though he needed punishment more than ever, he did not get any. The boy missed his regular sessions in Julia's boudoir, and tried everything he could think of to get the so hotly desired punishment. Julia, on the other hand, did not dare to leave punishments up to the gardener, as she had threatened, because she was afraid that the boy might take revenge and talk about their rather regular sessions.
Finally her dearly beloved was there. To all the other servants, Michael Lompret was the famous painter from Paris, who had been engaged to restore the interior of the castle. Only Dorothy, of course, knew the real situation.
In the farthest room of the castle, nights of love were celebrated which made the empty corridors echo with sighs and moans.
About two weeks after Michael's arrival at La Bidouze, the happiness was disturbed by an oath!
They had just fallen asleep after a particularly exhausting love bout, when Julia awakened.
“What is it, my dear?” Michael murmured.
“I don't know. I just can't sleep. There is something wrong.”
“Haven't you had enough?”
“Oh, yes!”
“You want more?”
Julia smiled. Now that Michael was awake, too, the feeling of being spied upon disappeared. “Are you still capable?”
“I don't know, but I'm willing to try.”
“Let me try something, I know you'll like it.” She did not tell him that she had learned this trick from a little boy, but she took the tip of his cock between left thumb and forefinger. She began to draw on it, as one pulls at a cow's udder for milk, but with exquisite gentleness. Then she grasped him at the very root, drawing her fingers slowly up to the tip of his prick and let go with a flick of her wrist. In no time Michael's organ was bogging and jerking in the air. It had been completely reinvigorated.
“The operation was a complete success,” Michael smiled.
“Yes, sir, I have to agree, and from this moment on, it is all up to you, the man of the house. Maybe you can discover a few of my special talents.”
“Isn't it dangerous to give me so much free rein? You disturbed my happy sleep, and I may not be all sweetness and light.”
“Oh, I trust you,” Julia smiled. “I don't think that you want to tie me up and beat me. Though, of course I won't say no to a little voluptuous spanking.”
“How about going in from the other way?”
“Anyway you want it,” she giggled, tickling his balls.
He stroked her surging titties. “For right now, before I lose this wonderful hard-on, I'd like to screw you on all fours.”
“Perfect. There! Is this the right position?”
She had turned her back to him, then got on all fours, slowly bowing her head to the rumpled sheets till her body was almost flat against the bed. Her magnificent, milky bottom cheeks reared up and because of her straddled knees, where deliriously distended. The soft pink lips of her pussy peeped out, framed by the black curls of her pubic hairs. Above, recessed in the shadowy furrow which cleaved her now provocatively undulating buttocks, appeared the crinkly rosebud of her anus.
“Ooh, dear…” Michael sighed, “you make the decision terribly difficult.”
He took his place behind her, reaching to cup her dangling, firm breasts, luxuriating in the feel of her warm flesh and the friction of her enticing bottom against his belly. Arching himself, Michael went forward till the knob of his throbbing organ was clamped between the moist, soft lips of Julia's yawning pussy.
“Ooooh… it's nice this way… yes…” Julia panted.
“Exactly. Besides, this way I can feel the little nipples and kisses your tight little slit is going to give my weapon.” He drew out, playfully prodding the secretive little rosette of her asshole. Julia squirmed and glanced back, murmuring. “Do tell me, if you are going to do it to me that way. I have to prepare for that, darling. Put a little bit of saliva on your member and go into it with your finger first. That would help a good deal.”
“Another time, my love. I think for now that I'll be satisfied with your sweet tight cunt, provided you wriggle that lovely backside about. There!”
He inserted himself again, and this time with a violent shove of his loins, he was imbedded up to the hilt inside her. A stifled gasp of pleasure broke from the pillow in which Julia had burrowed her face. She contracted her buttocks, relaxed them, trying to synchronize her gyrations with his ins and outs. He could feel the moist, hot clinging of her flesh against his driving, turgid weapon. His thumbs rubbed her nipples till they were flint-hard peaks of pure erotic pleasure. Slowly and methodically he fucked her lovely, crouching naked beauty, glorying in the tightness of her narrow sheath as it absorbed his prick. She spread her thighs as far as she could, shoving back her bottom to meet his rhythmic attacks.
There was no thunder and lightning; no sheltering earthquake this time. Julia took her lover with wriggling hips and energetic thighs. Each time he sank into her up to the hilt he could feel the pulsations of her very womb. It
